Howard Hughes needs a new N key.
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greygirlbeastWhat were my mornings like before the internet? Honestly, I can hardly remember. What were they like before blogging and this compulsion that drives me, almost every morning, to relate odd bits of the day before? Again, memory fails me. Is this merely a new incarnation of my old familiar exhibitionism? I can't say. But some days, like day, it seems damned absurd.
I did another 1,121 words yesterday on "The Cryomancer's Daughter." I like where it's going, but it's a strangely autobiographical piece. Perhaps I ought not admit that. But what's this thing for, this blog, if not the telling of secrets? Anyway, with luck, I'll be finished with "The Cryomancer's Daughter" by tomorrow evening, which will pretty much take care of Sirenia Digest #8. Then it's on to the vignettes for Tales from the Woeful Platypus.
Yesterday, I needed to find an author's photo for the dust jacket of Alabaster, so we ended up going through hundreds of photos from the Big Box of Photographs, 1991-2005. Which dredged up a thousand or so inconvenient and unwanted memories. And made me miss Nar'eth even more than I was already missing her. But we did finally find something for the dust jacket. So, at least all was not in vain.
More rain yesterday, towards nightfall. We walked through Freedom Park just after twilight, that thin place between twilight and true night, and the grass was wet and a light fog lay over everything. There were bats. And most of the day's heat, which has been lingering well into the evenings, had been driven away. Back home, we read. Since the birthday gift of Netflix, we've been spending entirely too much time watching movies. I futzed about with a Tarot deck. There was more limeade.
Today is cloudy, and it's a welcomed change from the white broiling skies we've had for days and days.
Almost all the eBay auctions are ending today, so please have a look. I'm a little surprised that no one's bid on the Silk hardback, signed by Poppy and Clive Barker and me. Occasionally, I get requests that I auction one of these, and when I finally break down and do it, no one bids. Oh, and I should repeat my congratulations and thanks to the winner of the Snapdragon auction. Anyway, yes, please have a look at the rest. Thanks. Now I have to see a man about a platypus...
Postscript: Frell. Just as I hit "save entry," FedEx pulled up and now the CEM of Daughter of Hounds is lying on my office floor. However, I shall not even open that huge white package until "The Cryomancer's Daughter" is finished.
I did another 1,121 words yesterday on "The Cryomancer's Daughter." I like where it's going, but it's a strangely autobiographical piece. Perhaps I ought not admit that. But what's this thing for, this blog, if not the telling of secrets? Anyway, with luck, I'll be finished with "The Cryomancer's Daughter" by tomorrow evening, which will pretty much take care of Sirenia Digest #8. Then it's on to the vignettes for Tales from the Woeful Platypus.
Yesterday, I needed to find an author's photo for the dust jacket of Alabaster, so we ended up going through hundreds of photos from the Big Box of Photographs, 1991-2005. Which dredged up a thousand or so inconvenient and unwanted memories. And made me miss Nar'eth even more than I was already missing her. But we did finally find something for the dust jacket. So, at least all was not in vain.
More rain yesterday, towards nightfall. We walked through Freedom Park just after twilight, that thin place between twilight and true night, and the grass was wet and a light fog lay over everything. There were bats. And most of the day's heat, which has been lingering well into the evenings, had been driven away. Back home, we read. Since the birthday gift of Netflix, we've been spending entirely too much time watching movies. I futzed about with a Tarot deck. There was more limeade.
Today is cloudy, and it's a welcomed change from the white broiling skies we've had for days and days.
Almost all the eBay auctions are ending today, so please have a look. I'm a little surprised that no one's bid on the Silk hardback, signed by Poppy and Clive Barker and me. Occasionally, I get requests that I auction one of these, and when I finally break down and do it, no one bids. Oh, and I should repeat my congratulations and thanks to the winner of the Snapdragon auction. Anyway, yes, please have a look at the rest. Thanks. Now I have to see a man about a platypus...
Postscript: Frell. Just as I hit "save entry," FedEx pulled up and now the CEM of Daughter of Hounds is lying on my office floor. However, I shall not even open that huge white package until "The Cryomancer's Daughter" is finished.
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Back When Mornings Were Leisurely and People Were More Virtuous
Date: 2006-07-06 04:30 pm (UTC)in re: Bats. The other night I went to a park and watched misc. exploding shells and rockets. It was a pleasant time, but one of the best parts was watching the bats swooping all over the place in front of a crowd of glassy-eyed people who didn't seem to notice them in the slightest, even when they were mere feet in front of their faces. One could say something about explosions, patriotism, and only minimally observant observers... but in any case, the bats were a nice contrast to the fireworks.
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Date: 2006-07-06 04:38 pm (UTC)If the design for Tales from the Woeful Platypus involves an author's photo, it should contain Nar'eth.
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Date: 2006-07-06 05:34 pm (UTC)Nope, no author's photo on Platypus. I'm planning to use a Nar'eth photo for my first sf collection, whenever that happens.
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Date: 2006-07-06 06:54 pm (UTC)Nice. I will look forward to that.
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Date: 2006-07-06 04:44 pm (UTC)Somewhat coincidentally, last night I stopped at a local B&N to pick up a signed copy of Silk that I'd been eyeing for a while. Wasn't there. Luckily, I don't give up easy, and found it, relocated from Science Fiction/Fantasy to Fiction.
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Date: 2006-07-06 05:33 pm (UTC)That's very odd. That you found a signed copy of Silk at B&N. The last time I signed stock for B&N was years and years ago, and that was in Birmingham, AL. Is this a copy of the mass-market paperback or the trade paperback?
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Date: 2006-07-06 07:00 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-07-06 07:43 pm (UTC)At a B&N? Wow.
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Date: 2006-07-06 08:20 pm (UTC)Every once in a while they surprise me with something like that.
Once, at a different B&N in a different state, found an Ellison/Berry signed and slipcased hardcover copy of "Repent, Harlequin!" said the Ticktockman that was actually *less* expensive than the dogeared softcover of the same sitting right next to it.
Fantastic Creatures
Date: 2006-07-06 08:40 pm (UTC)http://www.pinktentacle.com/2006/07/gallery-of-fantastic-creatures/ (http://www.pinktentacle.com/2006/07/gallery-of-fantastic-creatures/)
Re: Fantastic Creatures
Date: 2006-07-06 09:10 pm (UTC)Drad. I am interested, indeed. This is gorgeous. Thanks!
Silk
Date: 2006-07-06 09:38 pm (UTC)Re: Silk
Date: 2006-07-06 09:59 pm (UTC)No problem. It'll go back up this weekend when the third round begins.
Re: Silk
Date: 2006-07-07 01:14 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-07-06 09:58 pm (UTC)I had that same experience this week. I'm moving at the end of the month and packed up a bunch of photos. Then the conundrum of what to do with the photos. I don't really want to keep them. But then, I don't want to toss them, either. *shrug*
BTW - I just stumbled across your journal recently and added you. Sorry I haven't given a proper introduction yet! I'm Jennifer.*extends hand*
:)
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Date: 2006-07-07 12:11 am (UTC)Well, then, it's very good to have you here. Welcome.